I've Been There Before

The passage led to the lift. With great fear, it seemed the passage was covered by nails.

Grace silently followed Kirk.

The lift was ahead of them. Kirk stopped for a second and gestured Grace to go ahead alone as if he was a gentleman. “Please, Miss Grace.”

“You…” Grace hesitated. She was not a warm-hearted girl, but she glanced over Kirk’s icy-cold face. “Don’t you come with me?”

“President only want to meet you.”

Kirk still grabbed Ruby’s arm in his hand. She hastily shouted as the lift door was about to close, “Grace! Grace! Please help me! I know you are too kind to leave me in the hell, right?”

Kirk annoyingly shot her a glare, and turned to Grace. “Miss Grace, you owe her nothing.”

There was no need to bother his president for the bitch.

Grace said before the door closed, “I know.”

I know I don’t owe her. I want to see the man I hate not for her.

Grace didn’t want to explain anything to anyone.

When the door opened again, she took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. He noticed her deathly-pale face reflected on the wall of the lift from the corner of her eyes.

Perhaps, in others’ opinion, she only came to beg a man she knew about for another, which was not a big deal.

But, in terms of Grace, it was much more painful… than kneeling on the ground.

“President Shaw, here I am.” For some reason, the lights in the hall were out, except some dimmed lights. On the cowhide sofa near the French window sat a man, his arm languidly laid on the armrest. Between his fingers, his smoking cigarette was snapped out.

She kind of flinched.

She instinctively moved backward.

In the meantime, there came a small laugh. “Have a seat.”

“…”

sofa pointed to

here to beg

to

because

was playing

my president, and I have to obey your

man thought he heard a joke…Obey

Who?

Grace James? The daughter of family

laying on the armrest, his posture languid, his side face handsome, his eyes unwaveringly landing

clock ticked away the seconds, Grace

gaze was locked on her face. With dim light, she couldn’t see his expression clearly. From time to time, she looked up into his eyes, only

she was too anxious to stay silent with him, and she tilted her head up, saying, “President Shaw, I’m here to beg for

hoped he can say something with her

I was waiting for you

beat, digesting his words…It turned out that the president was waiting for her

What a misunderstanding…so awkward.

blushed scarlet,

her took in

reason, there’s

to beg

deep voice got a bit

you please let go of

poor Grace. She had hurt you before, and what you do just leaves her another chance to hurt you again. How do they describe a person like you…oh…Mother Maria? How come you are such a hypocritical? Aren’t you the

her head, hiding bitterness in her eyes…Perfect

know the girl you

stared at her…Did she just deny

to release Ruby Carter, who

my business if you want to be the Mother Maria, but how much can you

after bellowing coldly, “Grace, you know your kneeling was worthless for

know,” Grace replied hoarsely